Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Natural Instincts

Wild Geese
~Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.                                      
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,                      
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,               calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

4 comments:

  1. JL, This is beautiful in the permanence of its' transitory nature. Those things which well up from within - fragrances, colours, sounds, a touch, a poem like this, a sky fading into the night, a night melting into the dawn. The passing of a loved one...these things which last for a moment - even years which, once gone, also seem to have lasted a moment...remain permanently frozen in time somewhere within our minds, called up when life itself seems uncertain to us, as to become the fuel that lets us carry on. For a little longer, perhaps. But, to
    carry on.

    Thank you

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  2. Just as was done this event should make people come together and achieve greater activity as the main beneficiaries are the children of one form or another are likely to get diseases by changing climate, the environment, because really children because they still do not see what all this can cause, I hope that we improve health care as it is beneficial to children.

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